Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.